The Suffragette 
Has Come 
| To Stay 


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By M. Clivette, 
The Man in Black 


1915 


The Suffragette Has Come To Stay 


The Suffragette is here to stay, 

It matters not what male pups say; 

She’s built on finer lines than man— 
Let him deny it if he can! 

She has that intuition stuff 

That always calls his boldest bluff! 
A bluff men are in every way— 

The Suffragette is here to stay! 


All Governments are rotten ripe! 

The Suffragette has come to swipe. 

For ages man has had his say, 

And now the ass is close at bay; 

He stamps and snorts, and kicks the mud, 
Which surely proves that he’s a dub! 

A rotten mess he’s made of things, 

His hands are filled with many strings; 
And let him pull which one he may— 
The Suffragette is here to stay. 


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Machines are run and graft is high, 

And public morals are in the sty— 

Man is putrid in and out, 

And most of them have worse than gout. 
How can their minds reflect the good 
When their heads are solid wood? 

Let them bloat with envy’s pride, 

And perk their nose and scratch the hide; 
It matters not what mud-heads say— 
The Suffragette is here to stay! 


In woman’s hand the world does lay, 
Besmirched and blackened with decay, 
For want of light that’s been held back 
By mighty Ignorance, male and black. 
Corruption, theft, and lurking greed, 
Have always rode a crippled steed; 
Since stone age man from cave crept out, 
With mighty club so thick and stout, 
To wield with brutal, sickly haste, 
Against the spiritual and chaste; 

But now the brute is brought to bay— 
The Suffragette is here to stay! 


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The fight we know is in the air, 


| And men belittle woman fair, 


For well they know their crooked ways 
Will be among the ancient lays— 

For woman is the moral worth 

That casts a sunbeam on this earth, 
And she will pave the right to sway— 
The Suffragette is here to stay! 


Man wallows deep in wayward sin, 
Corrupt without as well as in, 

And stamps his deeds where’er he leads; 
Like Hydra’s ever-poisoned beads— 
Crafty, lying, sneaking, base, 

A mask he wears, instead of face, 

But with this front he must give way— 
The Suffragette is here to stay! 


His ways are vile, contempt is lost, 
His crooked road is but a frost, 

No heart has he—it’s but a stone 
Sunk in the flesh without backbone. 


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He wabbles like a mullet head— 

It’s o’er due time that he was dead; 
The female voice must have its say— 
The Suffragette is here to stay! 


Consider how this crawling beast 
Degenerated from the least, 

And ambled on his hind legs raw, 

And clutched with fores whate’er he saw; 
And how this greed has poisoned him, 
Until his eye is but a glim, 

A bit of glass that’s but a stare 

To show the emptiness that’s there! 
Out! base beast, get on your way— 

The Suffragette is here to stay! 


A murky, musty, dingy past, 

Has followed man from first to last; 
A carping flux of mad desire 

Is ever found beneath the fire 

Of sensuous lust and muck and stealth 
O’er cast with barnacles of filth, 

The time is ripe, muckrake the way— 
The Suffragette is here to stay! 


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To cleanse this world is woman’s day, 
For only she can show the way; 

The male is night, his ways are black, 
He has no strength beyond his back; 
His light is dim, he’s but a dinge, 
His mental worth is just a tinge; 

His brutal force has long held sway, 
But every dog must end his day— 
The Suffragette is here to stay! 


All hail the light, let woman shine! 

And show the ways that are divine; 

Old Nature gave the mud-worm time 
To cleanse himself with earthly lime, 
But now discovers nought but slime. 
What mass of mole with paunch put forth 
Doth cover earth from South to North, 
And how the neck that feeds this paunch 
Doth croak the epithets that launch 
The shafts of darkness on the way!— 
The Suffragette is here to stay! 


Let slugs crawl out with loathsome ire, . 
And feel the breeze of nature’s lyre, 


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The music sure they can not hear; 
Their feelings are of autumn’s sear, 
Brown and yellow are their lives; 
Their nutriment they suck from wives, 
And then transmute in poison’s way 
Vituperations long grown gray— 
The Suffragette is here to stay! 


Beat sad retreat, you stifled mut, 


Your brain is dense like ancient “put”— 


Which holds, adheres, agglutinates, 
And casts a shadow on your pates. 
Why live the life of jelly fish? 
Contagion follows in your wish! 
You yellow clod of marl and earth, 


Corrupted from your very birth, 


How dare you block the main highway— 


The Suffragette is here to stay! 


A pestilence you’ve trailed along, 
Like midnight ghost of ancient song, 
Who sang a requiem o’er the dead 


And left the mourners filled with dread. 


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Oh! mighty weed with dangling spore, 

_ How dare the dank wind fan the sore, 
And drop the scale on earth’s highway— 
The Suffragette is here to stay! 


Puffed and blown like spider black, 
That draws his substance on the rack 
And sucks nutrition—-Oh! so fine, 

It forms a line that looks sublime. 

But pity on the insect bent, 

That thinks he smells a pleasant scent; 
It’s but a gleam that blinds-the eye 
And leaves the carcass high to dry; 

So why should monster clog highway— 
The Suffragette is here to stay! 


When gas was passed from heaven’s high, 
And floated o’er the azure sky, 

A chilling ether froze the stuff, 

Which quick began to fuse a bluff; 

A pimple formed and burst within, 


And man was formed from vapor thin; 


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A small black spot was then his head— 
He never was alive, but dead, 

A bit of gas contained in pulp 
Expanded, and the sucker gulped, 

And since that time, the story goes, 

A slit is there that simply crows. 

This is enough to cause dismay— 

The Suffragette is here to stay! 


There is no doubt that man was first, 

Old Nature always does her worst. 

This muck and mire was heated fine, 

And then came forth the spark divine! 
Female was born, with all her fire, 

Like lily white, from pure black mire; 

And thus the mud that crawls on earth 

Has felt attraction since the birth, 

And thus the muck on the highway Reflects— 
The Suffragette has come to stay! 


What sights are seen the world around, 
Where man has built his shabby town, 


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What vice wreaks out and sin creeps in 
_ To keep the pace of sordid tin; 
Established sure, and based on greed, 
To satisfy a mongrel breed, 
Skyscrapers rise and pierce the blue, 

_ And form within a poisonous flue, 

To breed contagion, high and low, 

And swing the scythe of death below. 
A stately sight it is no doubt 

To see the inmates peeking out, 
Emaciated, thin and wan, 

The offspring of a brutal clan. 

Save the ground, the rent is high, 

We'll build the buildings—Let them die! 
Rents are up, we'll pack them in, 
Our only thought is ‘‘get the tin 
Consumption strews the great highway— 
The Suffragette is here to stay! 


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In dissipation we are free! 

The world is based on liberty! 

High wines and poisons we drink in, 
And waste our powers in other sin. 


We love the cripples, base and low! 
Our sights corrupted, make us so! 
Bloated, spavined, short of sight, 

Our reflections must be right! 

The bizarre, pox-marked and green, 
Tarry with iridescent sheen; 

Thus does low-brow, dank and rank, 
View the mud from bank to bank, 
But swollen, stinking, they give way— 
The Suffragette is here to stay! 


Man worries lest his filthy train, 
Where emigrant is cooped and slain, 
Will meet a snag in woman’s right, 
Which will burn and fill the night 
With light that chases shadows ban, 
Made corrupt by mortal man! 

Let it come! Now is the day!— 

The Suffragette is here to stay! 


When woman rules this world of ours, 
And leaves the Kitchenette of scours 

To mottled man to clean and wipe, 

He'll have less time to smoke his “snipe.” 


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His schemes and kitings will grow less 
' As he tackles each new mess 

Of rubbish, peelings, and such stuff, 
Dropped by angels, Oh! you bluff! 
May the sun shine on this day— 

The Suffragette is here to stay! 


Then will man with each new pose 
Stop to powder his red nose, 

Wipe the sweat from off his brow, 
As he sees the maiden plow; 

And reflect, as best he can, 

That he is mere inferior man; 

And, as time swings merrily by, 

He will detect the reason why 

The brats are less around the door 
Than they ever were before; 

The race chopped down just one half 
Is good enough to make one laugh! 
And these diffused and scattered wide, 
To occupy from side to side 

This old world so green and gay, 
Willi bring delight for many a day— 
The Suffragette is here to stay! 


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A city like this great N. Y. 

Should pierce the blue of Heaven’s sky 
With yells for women and the vote 
And thus lead forth a planet’s note. 
For all the races of the earth 

Are represented here from birth, 

The seven seas and races FIVE 

Have drifted here on winds alive; 

And let this represent the tree 

Where hive and work the honey-bee; 
And let the VOTE be maple sap, 

And thus put New York on the map. 
And then let PEOPLE sing the lay— 
The Suffragette is Here to Stay! 


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